26.3.24
it's time for one more big effort! I'm determined to get this all done now.
(and I'm in love with my vintage desk I bought second hand only last week; plus my gran's blanket is keeping me cosy. So I'm beginning to feel I'll be alright!)
37/100 days of productivity
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I need motivation to do some homework ;-; anyone wanna send some secret husbands asks I can answer later as reward for doing some hw?
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reintroducing myself!! ★彡
with a new year comes new goals and i am also no longer in high school so my old introduction requires an update 🫡 but hello hello
i'm ally, i love pink and i think looking at my studies in pink as well as sharing my notes online fill me with a lot of joy and thus the pink academia studyblr account was born
my goal is simply to get a grade average of 90+ for this year! and to also meet lots of very clever people and to engage with my community both online and irl
i recently made the realisation i was more extroverted than introverted, i just had a lot of social anxiety lol
i'm also currently studying a media/arts double degree and in my first year if thats any relevancy
yayy thats all have a cookie for making it this far 🍪 i look forward to reconnecting with others and seeing everyone else's posts once more
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Gamzee: Be bad at your job
If you learned any one thing all the sweeps you've been here, it's how it's not your business to lose your shit. It's your business when the emperor comes in losing his shit, to chill him out and settle him down--if he ever wanted. And it's your business to be chill and let him make you chiller, if he ever fucking wanted.
What happens isn't that.
Kind of starts that way, with "man, who even knows what he's thinking, he's got his own business--" ears down and voice soft like it should be, except when you say, "I dunno, when I was eight he called me up off the beach to his hive," one of the thoughts you had handled under the sopor jumps back up like a laughsassin and stabs you right behind the horns. The bad thought, which is what if dad's still looking for me and the worse one, which is of course he's not, you dumb motherfucker.
Your claws are too dull to cut in when they dig in on his leg, but they catch on a plate of armor and squeeze until your fronds ache.
His hand is still on you; the longer you talk, the stranger he looks at you, not suspicious and demanding anymore, not blushing and confused. Just staring, taking you in like he doesn't know what you are.
"--He saw something and that motherfucker looked at me like I painted up and told him to tell me a joke and he just, fucking, put me away--" you catch yourself too late, bite the growl back and wince in guilt. You wouldn't get culled, for the prayers you make--the weak and scattered mirthful church can't make even a growl of a threat anymore. But law not leaned on is still a law when it counts. You've been well schoolfed how here, in the hive of the emperor who almost died on the empire's flogging jut, you're tasked to keep it well to your motherfucking self. (Like in shame, in SHAME of us, you should've seen our heights of motherfucking glory)
"He wouldn't lock you up just for that," says the Second Coming, and waves a hand, dismissing. He narrows his fire-red eyes at you. "...What else did you say he asked you? What's your sign."
Rage comes so sudden you don't recognize its face for a second--him asking you that, him, with those red eyes just like the motherfucker who stole what you were away from you. Force of it drives you up off your knees, out of your pretty, cringing kneel where you're supposed to be--rocks his chair back how hard you sink your dulled claws into the arms of it. Feels like something's pushing and tugging at you, laughing in your horns.
"Motherfucker, I don't have one!" you say between your fangs, and you see the very motherfucking second he looks at you and sees another troll looking back at him. His eyes go wider, his hands twitch for the sickles by his sides, but he doesn't draw them. "Don't have a name, don't have a sign, don't even have fucking sopor anymore! You're asking me?! What the fuck do I know? I'm the one owed answers, motherfucker, what am I even for anymore?! Why the fuck--!"
You get just a half a second to realize you raised your voice up to yelling--see him reaching up a hand for your face, looking at you like a battle he means to win--
Then something hits you like a hive falling, and everything goes black.
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Gamzee: Wake up.
==> Where are you?
==> Who's yelling?
==> How fucked are you?
[START OVER]
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Do u have any art tips/advice, especially like anything on how you draw figures and faces? I really love your work! I’m trying to get like u bro (and read that last part in a gym bro voice)
thank u so much !!🫶🫶 I would say ofc the main thing is consistent practice but I think this advice specifically on how to practice drawing . Anything at all still holds up !
how I specifically draw faces and figures is just a result of years of study and emulating various other artists until it’s basically melded into my current way of drawing … I wouldn’t know how to give advice on that😭
ALSO. controversial perhaps but I think as a beginner there’s no harm in tracing art you like (so long as you don’t go around claiming it to be ur own ofc) and trying to freestyle based on that afterwards .. don’t be scared in experimenting on various styles you like ! You’d only be stifling yourself on being stringent on one.
ALSOO life drawing classes helped me a lot with figures but there’s so many sources online for that kind of thing. Something like this is a great way of practicing figures but it’s also timed so u can focus on the important basics and not scrutinise over perfection
BASICALLY it all boils down to a mix of practicing the basics, being inspired by other media, not being afraid of critique but also don’t let it get in the way of like !!! having fun with it !!!! cause that’s what’s essential to creating at the end of the day ☝️🤓
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